Taylor
It hurts to love you
with every fibre of my being.
It hurts that I know
it hurts to be a fool.
I love you more than words
that are beautiful.
The very one that burns
like a rocket exhaut fumes.
I love you even more
than the soot...
Every carbonaceous thoughts
in my mind barrel.
When they're consumed
by excess O2.
It's you my CO2...
warming up my universe
than it should...
The aqua in my eyes
is twice the volume in the clouds.
As heavy as denial,
I can't stop the pour
of my love on you.
Even though you're soaked by the shower.
I can't let the wind
rot your mood sour.
Loving you is like a blooming flower,
it enriches my soul every passing hour.
Red Tape
I want to hold you in my arms,
feel your body sandwiched to mine.
...put my nose in your hair.
I slowly vacuum from there
to your neck.
My lips make a gentle
contact like it's the
soap cleaning your skin.
I want to hold you deep into the night,
feel your passion blossom with mine.
I place my head on your lips,
let its warmth make me calm.
After a hectic day,
on you I crash.
I want to hold you an never let go,
together we burn brighter
than the brightest flame.
We are addicted to each other
like we are one and the same.
I want no distance,
not by miles or centimeters.
I'm there next to you,
as we figure out what our lives would be.
Every step I take
and every beauty you create.
It would be as a collective
of you and I.
I want to hold you,
farther down into the deep.
The minute places my words can't reach.
B'cos they're masked
beneath its grip.
I want to hold you
like a wish that came true.
That very feeling bursting
in a lady's mind
when her true love
goes on one knee
and pop the question
that dries up the sea.
'cos she won't stop crying
when she sees the ring.
I want to hold you
like that moment was here.
You feel it coming,
nearer and nearer.
We are no longer virtual,
just flesh upon flesh.
I want to hold you now,
can't hide how I feel
about you any longer.
It's too real to keep in a closet,
and pretend the timing is odd.
What other time could there be
if not now.
Happy Father’s Day Daddy (I call him Duddoms)
Perfectly imperfect
A human man
With hyperbole ears
And unseen masculine tears
A life of the party
Not the talk of the town,
Nor mechanically inclined
Humbly offering his brilliant mind
He's been my protector
My own King Charlemagne
He can do no wrong in my eyes
Rendering my love for him unfit to die
I Am Something
Oh no! Don’t tell me I’m nothing -
something lives inside my head,
my black eyes have seen it all.
I leave my calling card on doorsteps,
scattering echoes of wind as proof
that I am a new beginning, waiting
for the fog on the deserted road
to develop wings and begin to fly.
I bare my tainted pen, becoming
something in shadows climbing
over empty spaces, leaving space
for something echoing in soup bowls.
Feed me! Feed my emptiness of soul -
move the migraines in my cloudy vault,
follow footprints into charisma of dawn.
I may mean nothing but I am your world
your empty spot, just waiting to be filled.
Asleep
I have been asleep for a long time. I’m in a dark place without a light to shine. I’m on a road with broken bones and broken stones. I have scars and bruises I try to hide, trying to protect my pride. I wish the world would eat me whole, and leave me there bear and cold. With all this pain and all this hate, breaking me down until I dissipate.
I am held down by shadows in a sea of faces who are going places. I watch but I do not approach in hopes to never be broke. I walk around trying not to make a single sound. My limbs are weak they have no feeling. I am moving but no longer seeing.
Behind a smile or a laugh is where my pain tries to hide pleading for help from deep inside. There is always rain but no longer pills, I am just trying to get up these hills. I go to church but I never pray. In my mind, I speak what I do not say. Waiting and listening to what God has to say.
From the outside looking in, there is always merriment and tenderness. From the inside looking out, there is a war without a doubt. Thunder and lightning cracks the skies. As the storm rages and the clouds cry there is a sound that cannot wait. Buried deep down inside and long forgotten, there is a door and someone is knocking.
As a glistening light precise the sky a voice rings loud and wide. A voice tried and true one I always knew. Once quiet but always there is now forever loud and clear. The shadows are gone the barriers broken. The flood gates are open and I receive what was once stolen. There will always be pain and hate, but today I choose to awake.
#Poetry
Holding on
Letting go may be agonising
But holding on is surely more so
You see, painful things continue to hurt
Yiu give them your sound only to have it torn apart
you give them your respect only to lose it
You give them love till there's none left
You give them yourself only to be destroyed
We are told to tolerate the unacceptable in name of love
Told to destroy our own unique selves in hope for finding love in a stranger
Thats what love stories are made of
Mortal being with immortal stories
It's just what we're taught
But it's okay to let go
Tolerating bullshit is not a testament of your love
But letting go is surely a testament to self love
Change my friends
I love it here
cool wind
alone with my fears, people talk less
Although the street light comforts me
the breeze at midnight won't agree
My castle walls are made with paper
I assemble it when sleep comes over
He comes so late and leaves too early
sometimes it feels like he won't be visiting
when he does, we forget the streetlight and people walking
My two best friends never meet
not long after sleep awakens
hunger eats most hours with me
I weather through his aches
He sings for my embrace
His toxic love weary me
not as much as a bed and a hot meal
proper shade, filled with cotton and wood
To say I love it here
is to hope I loose my friends
not sleep, I want him near
hunger visits once or twice a year